The Rules We Break (The Alphaletes Book 4), page 18
A door opens and shuts just a little ways down the hall that has both of our eyes snapping to each other. No one knows we are together, and this would be a pretty fucking bad way for her dad of all people to find out. Still, I can’t stop myself from letting her tight cunt wrap around me, practically pulling the cum out of me.
“We’re gonna get caught. This was a stupid fucking idea,” I scold her as I continue.
She nods. “So dumb.”
“What’s daddy dearest gonna think when he sees his star QB balls deep in his little girl? What about one of the other coaches or players walking over here and finding you like this? Don’t think I won’t gouge out someone’s eyes just for looking at what’s mine, Sage.”
“You’re nuts. I don’t doubt you,” she teases with half a laugh.
“Fuck, yes I am,” I grit through clenched teeth as I close my eyes and allow myself to work through all the feelings suffocating me currently. I blow out a heavy breath as my grip on her tightens.
“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me I’ll never have to see shit like that again. Tell me it’s just you and me,” I demand with each thrust.
I expect her to babble her agreement, beg for it all to be over. Instead, she looks up at me with a heavy look and gives me a serious nod.
“I’m all yours, Trev. It’s just you and me.”
The weight that has been bearing down on my shoulders lifts instantly, and I lose it. I feel myself empty inside her as I wrap my arms around her, holding her as tight as my chest and shoulder pads will allow me. Fucking hell. This woman is going to be my undoing. I can feel it. From the moment our eyes met in that club, I knew it. I just didn’t fully understand it then.
When my movements slow, I ease back to look at her face, cupping either side before bringing her lips to mine. When I pull away, my thumb rubs soft circles against her creamy skin.
“Let’s go home and take care of you, baby.”
When we got home, I carried Sage. She insisted on walking, but I wouldn’t let her. The way she had to practically hobble her ass to the car tells me I was way too fucking rough with her, and though it felt like what I needed in the moment, now I have this overwhelming feeling of regret, and I need to make it better.
“Trev, seriously, I’m fine. You can put me down,” she laughs.
I ignore her though as I carry her through the doors of my bathroom and set her on the bathroom counter before starting up the Jacuzzi tub. I pour in some bubble bath I had my housekeeper pick up for her when I noticed she likes taking baths.
Turning on the water, I adjust the temp until it’s searing hot because for some reason all women prefer burning off several layers of their skin in the shower or bath. I look over my shoulder to see Sage watching me with the smallest hint of a smile.
“What?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing. I just can’t actually believe Trevor Michaels is drawing me a bath. Never thought I’d see the day.”
I roll my eyes as I come to stand next to her, resting my hands on her legs.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I say as I lean in and begin softly kissing her neck.
“Uhm, that you’re an asshole?” She laughs.
I pause, genuinely curious if that’s the only way she sees me. Have I fucked us over before we even got to begin by being a prick? Will she only ever expect the worst out of me? Maybe some guys would be okay with that, but I’m not one of them. She’s a queen, my queen now, and I want her to feel like such.
“But you’re my asshole,” she finishes with a smirk before pulling my face toward hers and pressing her lips against mine.
My heart immediately begins jackhammering in my chest. Fuck. There is something about her, something special that sends me into a spiral anytime she just touches me. It’s like my body can’t help itself. She’s like my own personal cure and drug. She soothes the hurt while giving me a rush like nothing else this planet has to offer.
I feel her hands start to wander down my body, and I know what she has in mind, but I pull away, attempting to be the nice guy she deserves to see more than every once in a while.
“No, baby. This is about you. I need to make my girl feel good,” I say as I grip her hands hovering right over my cock.
“Well, you can make your girl feel good by giving me an orgasm or two,” she says as she reaches for my pants again.
I tighten my grip on her before moving to the oversized bathroom sink, turning her with me before pushing her to lay on her back. I press her bound hands against her chest with one hand while I pull down her leggings with the other.
I yank at the thin material of her panties, pushing the useless scraps away as she arches her pussy for me. I don’t waste a second, burying my face between her thighs while still keeping her hands trapped. She jolts at the first swipe of my tongue before she lets out a breathy moan.
“Careful,” she pants. “I feel like I’m still full of your cum.”
My eyes come to her for a moment before I flatten out my tongue, slowly dragging it through her, our eye contact never breaking as I do.
“Does it look like I give a fuck? Come for me, baby. Let me see how good we taste together.”
She lets out a needy cry when I do it again and again, licking, sucking, and tongue fucking her until she is a writhing mess. I’m sure a lot of men would be more than a little grossed out to eat a girl out after they came in her. I’d also say those men were little bitches. If I want her to suck her taste off my cock after I fuck her, then I can eat her pussy when she’s full of my own cum.
It honestly shouldn’t make me as hard as it does, the thought of her full to the brim. The thought that while I’m licking and sucking her, I’m also pushing it in deeper and deeper. I love that I know I’ll never have to share Sage. That from now on it will only be my cum filling her to the brim. Fuck, something about that does something to me, causing my pulse to speed up and the tip of my head to leak a bead of pre-cum.
I slip a finger inside her and begin massaging her G-spot before I scrape my teeth against her clit, causing her to buck against me and come all over my face. When I apply the pressure just right, something happens for the first time between us. She isn’t just coming, she’s soaking me. I greedily take in every drop, relishing the taste of her as she squirts all over my face.
Pride and an ego trip like nothing ever before swells over me as I raise my head up to look at her, her cum quite literally dripping from my chin as I pounce on her, quickly getting her out of her dress and yanking off my pants before submerging us in the bath and fucking her until we can’t see straight.
Trevor
The next few weeks are a blur between games, practices, sponsorship commercials, and burying any of my body parts Sage will let inside her. We are gearing up for the postseason, and it seems like we are going to be ending the regular season at the top of our division.
After the gala, both my parents blew up my phone incessantly, demanding to know where I was and a bunch of other bullshit. I finally answered and told my dad that I wasn’t interested in being a part of the business and that I was going to be selling my shares. He was obviously super fucking pissed, but I honestly don’t care anymore. I’m tired of trying to please everyone, or at least them. I’m gonna live my life the way I want to, and if they don’t like it, well, too fucking bad.
Sage and I have been spending every minute possible together, and honestly, it’s not enough for me. I can tell that she still has some hesitancy about us, and I don’t blame her. From what I can tell, she has had a shitty dating history, and our relationship didn’t start off as the most solid or romantic.
I know the reason she comes across as closed off and unapproachable is because she’s scared. She tries to hide behind her bad bitch exterior, but she doesn’t fool me. My girl is sensitive and terrified to be vulnerable with anyone, even me. Can’t say I blame her— buried deep down, I have similar fears, but I’m trying, for her and for us.
I don’t really know when things shifted between us. All I know is one moment, I was bitter and lonely over the woman I thought would be my whole world for my whole life. The next thing I know, I’m thinking about a pair of purple eyes day in and day out. I was looking forward to our banter. I started spouting out bullshit just so she would call me out on it.
There is something about her that is so fucking addictive. I wonder what life could have been like if I had met her sooner. Well, fuck. I guess not too much sooner since she is barely out of high school. Christ. That sounds fucking bad when I say it like that. I’ve dated plenty of young women, and by date, I mean fucked until our bodies went limp. But not with the same age difference as me and Sage.
Honestly, I constantly forget how many years separate us. I say it’s because she’s mature for her age. She says it’s because I’m a “man-child.”
Little shit.
We are hanging out at a tucked-away pub with everyone when Erica speaks.
“Sooo, Sage. What do you want to do tomorrow?”
I lift an eyebrow as I look at the beauty underneath my arm.
“What’s tomorrow?”
Sage shrugs. “It’s nothing.”
Vi scoffs. “Yeah, your twenty-first birthday is definitely not nothing. We have to celebrate! You’re finally gonna be all grown up,” she coos.
“Slater knows all the great spots in town. Can you get us some VIP stuff, baby?” Scarlett asks her husband.
He nods with a mischievous wink as he kisses the side of her head.
“Hell yes. We gotta do the birthday girl right. No pun intended, Trev,” he smirks.
I narrow my eyes at him before looking back to the quiet raven-haired girl beside me.
“Tomorrow is your birthday? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Can’t lie, it kinda sucks that everyone seemed to know but me. She’s my girl. I should know this stuff. I knew her birthday was coming up, but she never gave me a date, and I guess I never thought to ask for the exact date.
Sage shakes her head and laughs.
“Because it isn’t a big deal. It’s not like I haven’t been sneaking into bars for years with my fakes.”
“Yeah, but this time you can get one legally, troublemaker,” Erica chimes in.
“I’m good. Birthdays are not a big thing for me,” Sage practically bites out, effectively ending the conversation. An awkward silence settles over the table before Vi nods sweetly and touches Sage’s hand.
“Okay. No problem. Maybe we can all do dinner again soon. Not for your birthday, just because.”
Sage seems to relax at that and even gives Vi a smile.
The rest of the night goes fine. Slater talks shit about the team we are playing this weekend, Declan smacks him and tells him not to fuck with our lucky streak we’ve been on, and Seb actually answered my question when I asked how the treehouse he’s been building the girls has been coming.
He wasn’t exactly talkative or anything, but the fact he responded to me at all, with no hostility, was huge. When Erica was talking with me, the swarm of butterflies that usually hit didn’t. It caught me off guard for a second. I’m sure I’ll always love her. I don’t think I could ever not. But I also don’t think I’m really in love with her anymore. Which is as much of a relief as it is kinda sad. Like I’m losing her in a way but hopefully gaining her in a different way. One thing is obvious, though. The air needs to be cleared. With her. With Seb. If I’m ever truly going to move on, give Sage and me the start we deserve, we all need it.
When Sage and I get home, I go for the protein cookies Sage made the other day in the cookie jar that appeared on my counter one day. They immediately became my latest obsession, and I told her I would do whatever she wanted if she kept them stocked in the house at all times.
“So, are you gonna make your own birthday cake, or do you need me to buy one?” I ask.
“Neither,” she laughs.
“What’s the deal with that anyway?” I ask, doing my best to keep my tone even so as not to spook her. Getting her to open up is like bathing a cat. You have to be calm and approach her just right.
“With what?” She asks.
“Why didn’t you tell me your birthday was coming up? I could have planned something. Taken you somewhere.”
“When we are literally going into postseason?”
I shrug. I don’t give a fuck. We could have snuck away for a day or two. Aberton would be a little mad, but he’d get over it. Until he found out that the reason I’d be missing practice was because I’d be fucking his daughter.
“Birthdays are dumb. Why celebrate me? All I did was exit my mom’s vagina. If anything, she should get the party.”
“We could go to the cemetery, and—”
“I was kidding, Trev,” she says, cutting me off with a laugh as she shakes her head. “After Mom passed, there wasn’t a lot of time for celebrations outside the Crusaders. Birthdays just don’t do much for me.”
I frown at that, her words kind of breaking my heart. We haven’t dug deep into her and her dad’s relationship. We don’t need to though, for me to know he’s been a shit father to her. She deserved better. She deserves better. An idea comes to mind as I look around the kitchen before my eyes come to hers.
“Can I take you out tomorrow? No birthday stuff, I promise. Just you and me.”
She looks at me hesitantly before slowly nodding.
“What are you up to?” she asks.
I give her a wink as I pull out my phone and start laying out my plan.
“You’ll see.”
Sage
The next day, I woke up to an empty bed. I lean up on my elbows and look around to find the bedroom totally vacant. I frown at that, tossing the blankets off me before I open the bedroom door and begin walking downstairs. The smell of something cooking instantly hits my nose, and when I crest the bottom of the stairs and step into the kitchen, I’m surprised by what I see.
A shirtless Trevor Michaels is at the stovetop, folding over what looks like a perfectly cooked omelet.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He turns to face me, his shoulders slumping as he slides the omelet onto a prepared plate already lined with fresh berries and two pieces of bacon.
“Dammit, I was trying to get this done before you got up.”
“Since when do you cook?” I ask as he pushes the plate in front of my usual seat at the kitchen island.
Trev rolls his eyes at me as he walks around the island and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him as he speaks.
“I’ve lived on my own for over twelve years. I’ve picked up a thing or two.”
“Then why the hell am I the one always cooking?” I grumble.
He smirks at me as he leans down and nips at my earlobe.
“Because you’re so fucking good at it.”
I scoff and push him away, but he doesn’t budge, pressing his lips against the sensitive spot behind my ear as his hold on me tightens. He runs his lips up and down the column of my neck before stopping just above my lips.
Looking up, I see his bright blue eyes stall on me as he smiles gently.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
I want to shrug him away, tell him to knock it off, and to please drop the whole birthday thing. But at the same time, a warm feeling spreads across my chest as I feel my throat begin to tighten with emotion. Fuck him. I hate it when he does shit like this to me.
“Thank you,” I rasp. Pushing away the building emotion, I blink hard a few times before I speak again.
“And thank you for the breakfast, though if I’m honest, a perfect birthday would have been me waking up to be eaten, not eating an omelet. But I guess beggars can’t be choosers,” I sigh as I pull away from him and move toward the chair.
Fortunately, I don’t make it far before Trevor is on me, literally. He must have forgotten we aren’t on the field, and he’s not on defense because he tackles me in the middle of the kitchen, spinning us at the last minute so his back is the one that lands against the hard stone floor.
He doesn’t even give me time to give him shit, though, before he is yanking down my boy short panties and ripping off his T-shirt that I slept in.
“Come ride my face, babygirl.”
Some women are shy about sitting on a man’s face, but the way I see it, it gives him the best and easiest access, and if he dies, everyone will high-five at his funeral, so it’s fine. I don’t hesitate to climb over his body before settling myself right on top of him. His hands grip the flesh of my inner thighs as he squeezes tight and moans.
“Fuck, you taste so goddamn good, baby.”
I grind myself against him, letting out a moan as his tongue comes to my clit.
“Trev,” I gasp.
“Yes, birthday girl?” he mutters against my skin.
“More,” I say as I reach down and wind my fingers through his thick blond hair, forcing his mouth back on me.
I love that he lets me use him as much as he uses me. We know exactly what the other needs before they can even express what they want. I’ve had some great orgasms in my life, self-produced and from others, but nothing like the ones Trevor gives me. Every. Fucking. Time.
I feel his hands slide between my thighs as one finger slips inside my pussy, moving in the perfect rhythm to have me trembling right on the edge.
“Such a perfect girl,” Trevor praises. “Are you going to let me make you feel good everywhere tonight, baby?” he asks as his other hand massages the back of my thigh before one of his fingers applies slight pressure against my asshole.
“Not sure I can handle all you have to offer back there just yet,” I admit honestly with a laugh.
Trevor’s laugh rumbles against my clit, causing a shudder of pleasure to run through me as he does.
“Don’t worry, Raven. We will work up to it. I have a feeling it’ll be your new favorite thing before you know it,” he says as he presses a little bit more, practically penetrating me as he wraps his mouth around my clit and sucks.
My vision spots as my body practically jerks in response. I feel my pussy pulse around Trevor’s finger as I moan and shake against him until my orgasm comes to an end. Blowing out a labored breath, I crawl off him before laying down butt-ass naked against his cool floors.
